Kill Jasper - Muddy Flow lyrics

[Intro] We get it in by the load (This sh*t going platinum) And I'm always thinking 'bout you Please don't play with me, ni**a 'Cause I'm still with .380's, uh, uh (Let that sh*t ride, Eighty8) We get it in by the— [Chorus] We get it in by the load Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice or no talkin' at all I made a million, still in the trenches, if my ni**as tell me it's up or it's war Killer, don't push me, he pushed me so I had to kill 'em, I did this sh*t rightfully wrong God is my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have arms I want the VVS pendants, the Rollies, the Bentleys, b*tch, why you think I'm goin' hard? I need the dash to bе digital, roar at the push of a bu*ton when I'm pressing start ni**as bе pussy, they fakin', they fraud Faith in this pistol like it was a God Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all that you cherish the second they give me the nod [Verse] Please don't play with me, ni**a 'Cause I'm keeping .380's and pistols inside of the car that I'm racin' and whippin' sh*t, this how it ended, I be reminiscing, just knowin' that things should be different And sh*t, you in the sky, I pray you watchin' over me, I'm doing this as a mission 'Til my wrist and my neck is just glistening I want the Benjamin's, fu*k being intimate b*tches calling my phone, I ain't hearin' it 'less that sh*t come wit' the bread and the benefits I got rich, that sh*t made me a menace, they hate me, it come with the life that I'm livin' in She want red bottoms to kick it in Want me to fly her to Fountain Inn, b*tch better start from the balls like the Wimbledon [Chorus] We get it in by the load Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice or no talkin' at all I made a million, still in the trenches, if my ni**as tell me it's up or it's war Killer, don't push me, he pushed me so I had to kill 'em, I did this sh*t rightfully wrong God is my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have arms I want the VVS pendants, the Rollies, the Bentleys, b*tch, why you think I'm goin' hard? I want the dash to be digital, roar at the push of a bu*ton when I'm pressing start ni**as be fakin', they pussy, they fraud Faith in this pistol like it was a God Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all that you cherish the second they give me the nod [Outro] (Okay, Joel, that's fire)